Can you name the other horror references in this chapter?
"Freddy, what was your daughter like?" Tonight was one of those nights where i really just wanted to wake up but couldn't. I decided to keep Freddy's mind off the fact that i was now half naked and had his spunk on what clothing i was wearing. Once again he had been able to have his way with me. By now I was sort of used to it and had even begun to enjoy it, much to my inner mind's disgust. He replied in that gruff voice of his, "She was a sweet kid, real bright and she could have had a great future..." He trailed off, deep in thought. I crawled on the floor of the decrepit house he called home, trying to gather the shredded bits of my panties and shirt. Thankfully I hadn't worn a bra so he hadn't shredded it. My skirt was still intact though. "Freddy?" I said his name to snap him out of his self induced trance. He looked up at the sound of my voice and growled. "That fucking bitch tried to kill me with a pipe bomb!" I blinked in surprise. i hadn't been expecting him to burst out like that. He spoke again, a little calmer this time as i tried covering my chest with strips of torn shirt. "She grew up to be such a beautiful woman. I wish I had watched her grow..." I began to fade. "I guess I'll see you tonight Freddy." He waved his gloved hand in dismissal, not even looking at me.
I woke up to the alarm on my bedside table beeping loudly. It was time to get up for school. Ah high school, the wonders of hormonal bitches and testosterone fueled jocks. Both sides just trying to find their place in the world. I pretty much knew my place, at least for the moment. I was an instrument to be used by Freddy. That was all i was, at least until i got out of this shit hole. I got up and turned on my boom-box. The CD in it started playing Alien Ant Farm's version of Smooth Criminal. I took my morning shower and once finished i wrapped a towel around me and headed back into my room. As i went past my book shelf i traced a finger along one side of a gold and black ornately decorated puzzle box. As i did so it sent a small and pleasant shock coursing through my arm. The box was trying to entice me into solving it. I smiled at it. I knew better than to open the cursed item. The box was about 3 inches wide and 3 inches tall. I had done my research and had learned what the box held inside of its beautiful designs. It was a gateway to hell, at least that's what the internet said and i was not foolish enough to attempt to solve the puzzle. As i dried off and pulled out my clothes for the day (boots, black baggy cargo pants and a shirt that had Disturbed's "The Guy" on it) and got dressed, i admired other items of my collection. A very expensive and very valuable red fire opal, a book with a warped face made of human skin and written in human blood, an orange paper mache mask that was supposedly made by a killer, an old water damaged teddy bear that was said to belong to another killer and an ancient voodoo pendant called the Heart of Dambala. These were just a few of my prized possessions. Each object was dark, harbored something evil or was associated with something evil. I loved these items but respected them and those they once belonged to. If the previous owners ever found out what had happened to these items i was sure to be in big trouble. I doubted that Freddy would give me up easily though so i wasn't much concerned with that. Besides, how were they to find me here anyways? As the finishing touch to my outfit i put a large and heavy metal ring engraved with a skull on my right hand. It was said to have been taken from Death himself long ago. I wore it everyday and kept it close at all times. The reason why was lost even to me. Perhaps Death had plans for me, I knew Freddy did...